Chapter 438 Chaos in Spang Theocracy (8,000)

The younger elves still didn't understand what was going to happen next. They were still full of excitement and curiosity about being able to enter a building with the size of the main church of the Church of the All-Goddess, and looked around with pairs of eyes.

Those pregnant women, on the other hand, seemed to have vaguely guessed something. Their faces turned pale and their bodies were shaking uncontrollably.

They wanted to leave here, but a row of figures with black masks on their faces blocked the area.

The smell in the air is so oppressive that it makes people breathless.

A group of people lined up.

They passed through the front yard of the Church of the Goddess of All Things. In the middle of the wide yard, stood a stone statue... It was the statue of the Goddess of All Things, but that statue looked a little weird.

The originally beautifully carved stone statues, I don’t know if it was because of the darkness, but under the moonlight, they actually showed a strange black color, as if countless mold spots had grown on the surface of the stone statues, which looked dirty at first glance. Dirty and filthy.

There seemed to be some furry things swaying in the night wind on the mildew spots, more like green fluff.

It is obviously a statue of a goddess, but there is no sanctity or elegance at all, only eerie and weird.

What made these elves even more horrified was that the goddess statue suddenly broke at the neck, and the upper half of the neck and head disappeared.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and even the youngest elf couldn't stop shivering. A bone-chilling chill swept through his body in an instant, and his skin was covered with delicate pimples.

Compared with the coldness of their bodies, the coldness that penetrated their hearts and penetrated directly into their souls was even more unbearable for them.

During the gusts of cold wind, you can even hear a sharp voice crying in your ears. The voice is sad, hazy, intermittent, and can only make your scalp numb.

In such a weird place, who would have thought that it would be the main church of one of the seven orthodox religions. Even the main altar of a cult would not be so gloomy.

After passing through the front yard, there is a deep corridor. Once here, the atmosphere changes again.

Although it was originally gloomy, there was still a little moonlight, but now the moonlight was blocked by the corridor, leaving only magic stones of unknown properties inlaid on the ceiling above the head and on the walls on both sides, shining with a cold, dark and dark brown color. Light and shadows reflected on the faces, making the originally handsome faces of these elves look ferocious.

It's been a long journey.

With every step forward, the depression that is suppressed in everyone's heart will become stronger.

After half an hour, the group finally stopped.

What was waiting for them was not an altar, a cell, or a secret room, but... a door.

It was a door that I don’t know how to describe. It was as dark as ink, with dense and indescribable patterns carved on the door. It was obviously darkness, but with the blessing of those patterns, at a glance, the door seemed like It is a kaleidoscope-like illusion, and in the middle of the illusion is a dark and deep whirlpool. All kinds of bizarre and bizarre illusion fragments are slowly but never-endingly dissolving into this dark whirlpool.

It's like chaos engulfing everything.

Around the vortex, countless densely packed black lines extend, like some kind of indescribable claws.

The huge vortex is like a living heart, it is expanding, contracting, and swaying.

That kind of image is really difficult to describe in words.

However, that kind of breath clearly penetrated into the soul of every living being.

That's...blasphemous.

It is the ultimate evil.

Just smelling that kind of smell made the elves' abdomens squirm and tumble violently, as if they might vomit at any time.

The door suddenly opened up.

There were figures wearing strange masks on their faces and tattered rags on their bodies, as if they had lost their bones and were twisting their limbs like poisonous snakes. These were elves. Some elves were dancing their hands casually, with their mouths filled with serious words. Letting out an inexplicable howl.

Some elves hold flutes made of bones in their hands and play extremely hoarse music.

There are even some elves, holding double hammers, beating violent drum beats.

No one can describe the atmosphere in front of this dark door at this moment.

Mad, evil.

Even the youngest elves can feel the abnormality in the atmosphere in front of them at this moment. Their faces are pale and their bodies are trembling.

Immediately afterwards, the hoarse flute sound and violent drumbeats began to pour into their ears. These sounds gathered together and gradually evolved into some kind of crazy music. In a short period of time, their sanity was destroyed.

The shrill howls, the excited laughter, the desperate wails.

Various sounds began to play in front of the gate in conjunction with the restless music. One after another bodies were crawling on the ground, like humble worms, struggling, squirming, and screaming.

Wisps of gray-black mist gradually diffused from above these figures, and were then absorbed by the vortex on the door.

And the vortex seemed to be supplemented with more energy and energy, and the frequency of expansion and contraction became faster.

Here, all living creatures have fallen into madness.

Even the tall figure at the very back is no exception.

Hefferson's eyes were shining with green light, like a hungry wolf waiting for the hunt.

He opened his mouth like a bloody mouth, his scarlet tongue swept across his pale lips, and his heart was beating violently. He had a hunch that it would not be too late that day.

However, Hefferson, who was caught up in the excitement, did not notice that on the surface of his body, indescribable dark brown tentacles had quietly sprouted out from behind his body, as if covered with poisonous snakes, slowly Squirming.

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the other side.

Within Granville.

Wild mountains and ridges.

After chatting with Ron for a long time, Mirabelle ate a little. Although she had been sleeping for seven days and seven nights, she was too exhausted from the previous two hundred days and her body was still very weak. She soon lay on Ron's bed He fell asleep in his arms.

Holding a limp body in his arms should have been a pleasure, but now for Ron, it was pure torture.

There was no way, even if Ron was a beast, he would not torment Mirabelle when she was very weak.

Looking down at the woman sleeping so soundly in his arms, Ron felt a little unhappy. He raised his hand and slapped Mirabelle on the buttocks, muttering in a low voice: Sooner or later, I will take care of you.

It's a pity that now it's just lip service, but there's nothing you can do after all.

This time, Mirabelle was eaten to death. Holding such an elf in my arms, I really couldn't sleep. I looked up at the sky and estimated that in four or five days, I should be able to enter Spang. within the territory of the Theocracy.

That's all, let's travel overnight.

Ron sighed, and his body gradually floated into the air.

A layer of crystal-white shield wrapped the bodies of Ron and Mirabell, preventing them from being invaded by the cold wind.

Ron, who was flying towards the Spang Theocracy, did not notice the elf in his arms. Two red clouds floated silently on his fair and tender face!

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The Theocracy of Spang.

Empire.

royal palace.

King Balumong Douglas is receiving a special guest.

In fact, if you really think about it, the Douglas family is not the orthodox royal family of the Spang Theocracy, and they have only controlled the kingship for three thousand years.

It has been eight thousand years since the fall of the Twilight Dynasty. In the first five thousand years, another family was in charge of the power of the Spang Theocracy. However, this family did not know what the reason was. Suddenly, everyone was eaten up overnight. belly, then thin and die.

A country cannot live without a king for a day.

As the most powerful nobleman at the time, the ancestor of the Douglas family finally ascended to the throne of the king after many rejections.

This is not rebellion.

Nor is it an invasion from another country.

Therefore, the Dragon Clan did not intervene in this chaos in the Spang Theocracy.

As for the Dragon Clan, they actually don't care at all who is in charge of the power of the Twilight Continent. As long as there are a lot of offerings every year, they don't care at all.

Everyone has ambition.

The conflict between royal power and divine power has always existed in the Twilight Continent, and the conflict between royal power and the nobility has never subsided. Especially for the Douglas family, they were able to sit on the position of king in the first place because of the relationship between the nobility and the nobility. It was only completed with the support of the church. This also caused the Douglas family to become a royal family, but they had to transfer a large number of interests to the aristocracy and the church.

In the early stages of chaos, they had to rely on the power of the nobility and the church to stabilize their authority. However, after their authority was stabilized, no careerist would allow others to share too much of their interests and power.

The Douglas family has always wanted to establish the supremacy of the royal family. They can allow the church and the nobility to exist, but the clergy and nobles can only kneel down in front of the royal family and swear submission, rather than share power.

It is precisely because of this greed that on the surface, the royal family, the nobility, and the church continue to maintain relationships through marriages, but secretly, the Douglas family has been planning how to weaken each other's influence.

Thousands of years ago, Douglas was closest to his goal.

In the royal family at that time, there was a woman who served as a saint in the church and had great influence.

At that time, eleven of the twenty-seven archbishops of the Heart of Nature Church were bribed by the royal family.

The pope at that time also died suddenly due to inexplicable reasons. At that time, the royal family took advantage of this rare chaos to completely seize the divine power. Once the divine power was taken, the royal power was controlled by the Douglas family, who wanted to suppress it. Being a noble is easy.

Once successful, the church and the nobility will become mascots with a bright appearance, and no one can shake the power of the royal family.

But who would have thought that the Douglas family's plan would be ruined by the Marcelino family that suddenly appeared.

At that time, the Marcelino family did not have a great influence in the church. Although the ancestor of the Marcelino family was nominally the vice pope, he did not have much actual power, but this guy did not know where it came from. A testament left by a previous pope.

Are you kidding me? The previous pope died suddenly and suddenly, so there was no time to leave any edicts.

The Douglas family naturally questioned the authenticity of the edict.

However, what people did not expect was the Heart of Nature Church. Twenty-one of the twenty-seven archbishops were close members of the ancestors of the Marcelino family. Even among the eleven archbishops who were bribed by the royal family, five A mutiny on the spot.

Seeing that it was no longer possible to control the power of the church, the Douglas family could only admit defeat.

Since then, for thousands of years, although everyone is in harmony on the surface, the Marcelino family has always been the biggest enemy of the royal family.

The goal of every king is to suppress the Marcelino family, which has been passed down to Balumonga and has never changed.

Balumong Douglas.

The current king of Spang Theocracy is ninety-eight years old and has been in power for thirty or forty years.

Although he is nearly a hundred years old, he looks like he is only in his thirties, and time has not left many traces on him.

His strength is also one of the strongest in the Spang Theocracy, and he has few opponents.

However, Balumonge, who was always vigorous and vigorous on weekdays, seemed a little depressed at this moment.

There have been too many worries lately.

First, the Spang Theocracy's plan to invade Granville was inexplicably leaked, causing Granville to prepare in advance.

If this was the case, Balumonge wouldn't be too worried. Granville is a group of wastes living on fertile land. There is no wildness in their souls. Balumonge believes that as long as the Spang Theocracy's army goes out to fight, Even if the opponent's army is ten times larger than our own, the warriors of the North can easily crush the opponent.

Although the Kingdom of Granville is wealthy, it has been busy with internal fighting. According to intelligence, the opponent's army is not worth mentioning.

But who would have thought that the eldest princess of Granville, Dolores, suddenly rose up, directly suppressed the nobles, plundered a large amount of wealth, and bought off the morale of the military. In a short period of time, she had already formed an army that was willing to die for the eldest princess.

What's even more exaggerated is that Dolores even launched a coup, directly ousting Holt 474th, completely taking control of the kingdom, and at the same time repairing with the Church of the Dawn Goddess, the power in her hands increased unprecedentedly.

Although the combat quality of these armies is very poor, at least their morale is many times better than before.

In addition, Dolores plundered the nobles and had countless wealth in her hands. The weapons in the hands of those soldiers and the armor on their bodies were completely different from the maces and animal skins of the Spang Theocracy. of.

The Spang Theocracy launched a tentative attack on the border, but only suffered a casualty ratio of one to two.

Although the Spang Theocracy still has the upper hand in name, considering the numerical gap between the two sides, the other side can completely drag the Spang Theocracy into hell with several times the population.

In desperation, the Spang Theocracy could only temporarily suppress the restlessness in their hearts and wait for the opportunity.

But before they could wait for the next opportunity to attack, the orc leader was actually preparing to stab the Spang Theocracy from behind.

Eight thousand words. There will be another chapter later, which should also be three thousand or four thousand words.